influential

Light of life.

Transient and colorful.

What others see in you, re-flames sparks within them.

Hold on to that truthful torch, as you go.

Hardships you have endured to get this far.

You have long won their attention as you are!

Glory to you: a good name is more precious than riches.

Forever it will dwell in their hearts, filth with aroma of your deeds, after you have been long past this land.

Good memories, a fantasy reel.

Like real friends, your actions truly are.

They will follow you beyond the grave.

How beautiful it is.

Your existence looms sensational flairs, in others.

The good energy triggering magnet.

All teeming and breaming.

Laughter, virtuousness, kindness,

Simplicity, gratefulness, joy just to mention a handful.

A heart dances.

Some are proud, as they worship his grace when they see you.

Influential.

Isn’t it odd?

Why they want your life, so envious.

Jealous within the darkness, opposed by your light; some will hate.

The scale is balanced!

The good mingles with the bad, know yourself!

You are the child of the sun.

A wonder why others think about you, while in mind, you think to be a nobody; with nothing.

You a catalog billboard to other hundreds, upon thousand imaginative souls.

Do not ever touch shame with your zeal!

No matter how silly you slip.

Fall fast, roll to learn quick.

Then crawl, it is always time to pick up pieces.

Chins up, off we go! and if you did not know how bright you can be, we can go back in time...

back near to the creator, or at least to where our last record has been, since there of, to our ancestors pride.

at their trifling core.

Answers of your ancestors you hold, if nobody told you.

Child of promise.

Ancient tabloid which holds chants.

An old prayer sighed towards your existence; a calling you are.

Fingers crossed, axes waxed, curses, and hexes; yet you came forth!

That breath was once within fate, a balance between a thing hoped for and a drop of a tear!

Heart at hand wavering every deed; impatiently for a miracle breakthrough, a son, or a daughter.

Somebody had to go insane, transcending betwixt beliefs to nurture physical welfare.

Mental instability, unrest, and a groin inside; course there is a problem!

The golden pearl.

From generation to generation, you came.

A hymn, a celebration to your elders before you.

As they dearly cherish love and pro-longs your existence: worship them!

In hard work; they earned you.

with all their ambition; you are the only time piece device.

Travelling through time, their only longshot at existence.

How rejoiceful you should be, how happy you could be; if you knew they got this!

For reasons unbeknown to us, with the trials and tribulations we face today.

With almighty there is, mint that you a blessing tied esoterically and intrinsically.

Re-claim your pride, acknowledge you are priceless.

You are a golden pearl!

no body told you that i know, the real question is,

What is holding you back?

From being and doing good.

Shackled and cornered by limiting cliffs, unfulfilling beliefs roaming around god’s crown: it is all in your head.

Mind you’re “just another child”.

Random mystery, a gift slept through the fingers.

It left everyone by surprise.

While you were lost and confused, those who cared seemed to wonder.

What is going on?

A soldier in some realm you are supposed to be, fight for yourself.

Alert, your soul is calling, search anyhow.

Spiritually, mentally, physically.

Any place, where it seems to be the opening for worms, to clams.

Your mind being the devils pit, where every dirt seems to relate in retaliation.

In vision, your destiny lies within grasp. In reality: a distant far-fetched!

What remains in your hands is a false promise: in a dead dream.

Rise up, we are all children of the sun.

How become they? Versus, how about you?

Look yourself through god’s eye, sight of creation.

The world: through the eye of a child!

Free as you are.

With compassion, hone a skill, right after healing with passion.

Patience as you weave, there is a lot… going on.

Everything takes time, one step at a time.

Like a clock stick, let the master tilt; for you to tick.

Trust in gods timing.

Work on yourself.

Cleansing the conditioning of the droning band.

Let the heart be at the breathing rate.

Taint with ease and flow. Yes, life demands to be nurtured.

On the way home, is to walk upon a rail of truth.

Aboard love train.

All hard and good.

One day you will realize that nothing is easy.

It takes a loathsome toil working on being tuned in resonance.

When that day comes you will notice, reasons behind strife, bee stings, rejections, loneliness and everything that went down south: back then.

The trajectory of things, surroundings, and people not meant for you.

The co-ordinates for your destiny; hence you journey.

All winds that blow indicate in life: thorns and thistles along the way.

Lost souls bind to hurt.

There is a price for peace, so is wisdom.

It is within your birthright to earn it, as with anyone ever lived.

You just another child!